I am about to admit something I never thought I would. We may not agree on everything, and argued a lot during my adolescence, but today, I can finally agree, that my mother indeed does know best.
My relationship with my mother is the best relationship I have. She has been in constant support of me since I can remember, even when I told her I was moving to a “big city” at 5-years-old. She knows exactly what to say when I am feeling discouraged, and I know she isn’t saying it build me up (ok, maybe a little bit), but she truly believes in my goals and pushes me to achieve them.
She has been there for every single experience, no matter how big or small with constant encouragement. She came home from work work early ready to go on a full blown shopping spree for new clothes to cheer me up when I needed a shoulder to cry on during the worst heartbreak I’ve ever known. She was there when my “friends” showed their true colors and all along, she still managed to find the good in every situation, and every person.